4 June 2013

by jkatejohnston

Dear Max,

Am sausage. Have managed to zip self into size 9/10 wetsuit, emphasis on the 9. Are they supposed to be this tight? Arms and legs stiff, can move only in manner of Neil Armstrong and similar walking on moon. Only not air borne.

(later, out of wetsuit)

Just in case the Bake Off and Oprah Writing Contest don’t work out, I’m taking an administrative law class two nights a week to advance my alleged career. (By lawyer standards I make squat, by human standards, riches.) Anyway I forgot about the part where you have to do homework. It’s 8:30–my bedtime–and I just had Teresa fetch me another Fudgsicle to get me through Impact Statements.

Really must stop writing this now, but I just have to add that today is Grandma Clara’s birthday, and she would have been 98. Long live Grandma Clara!

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2 Comments to “4 June 2013”

Been thinking about getting a wetsuit so I can stay in the water longer. I was provided a generic one on a manta ray night dive recently. It had short sleeves and went to above knees. It was comfortable and effective unless you’re perhaps in Santa Cruz and parts north. Acted a bit like a Spanx, too. LOL!

There’s an Oprah writing contest?? That’s awesome. I had a dream about Oprah once where she told me that Tim’s zine “Hey Tim”, which is entirely letters from Tim’s dad about pooping in bad circumstances, because he has Crohn’s disease and has to poop a lot and without much warning, well anyway it’s hilarious and Oprah really liked it and told that she’d picked it for the book of the month. “But you can’t!” I said. “It’s only about pooping, and it’s not even a book!”
“It’s just that good.” She said. Which shows that Oprah must have really good taste, somewhere, deep down, in my dreams. If she doesn’t pick the story I’m gonna enter in her contest then I will take that back.